Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 283 The Saintess of the Vale III

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Altair felt himself pour into Syris's very being. The Vale shuddered, and his heart pulsed, beating a song so old it seemed to echo distant past and present future.

Ba-Dumb! Ba-Dumb! Ba-Dumb!

As if a whirlwind had woven itself through his chambers, ancient tapestries that were once dedicated to Tenebrae were violently ripped from their mounts. The exquisite carpets, which had been carefully woven since the Fall of Angels, were also not spared from the chaos that ensued.

The entire room was in a state of disarray, and the aftermath of the tumultuous event left a lasting impression on all who witnessed it.

Altair noticed none of it. His gaze pressed against Syris as he felt a powerful surge emanating from the Vale. The Black Lake, which was suspended within his Astral Sea, began to ripple as wispy tendrils of essence flowed out of its depths and into the material realm, enveloping Syris in an obsidian veil.

The Essence of Vale spun its otherworldly nature through bones and flesh alike, tainting the soul until all that was left was a glorious Abyss of Darkness.

Slowly, as it began, almost reluctantly, it faded away, much like mist against the winds.

[Ding]

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Dawn, the following day, Syris awakened with a cry that might have shaken the entire palace had their room not been soundproof.

She was bare, the winds greedily licking her naked body, carrying her scent across the land. Much like a lover, the winds touched, exploring her with a gentleness that slowly brought her into reality.

Syris screamed again. This time snapping, Altair awake. He'd' Been unaware when he fainted, but his only concern had been syris, who clasped her face.

"That's it! I can never go back. I can never face Raven again. God, I'll never go! I can never ever, never!"

"I masturbated right in front of her!" Syris went off, nearly pulling hair from her scalp. Tears flowing. " and YOU!!!" Her eyes glowed Indomitable might. "You got hard right then and there! Didn't even try to stop it!"

Altair raised a hand. "In my defense. It was sexy as fuck."

Syris chewed her lip, glaring. "You could have cloth me."

"Well..." Altair excitement fell as he grew solemn. "Check out your stats first."

"Huh?"

[Ding]

[Name: Syris Blackwood]

"Excuse me? How the fuck did I become a Blackwood!" said Syris, glaring.

Altair's brow twitched. "I'm slightly offended, but keep reading... you dick."

[Name: Syris Blackwood]

Class: Saintess of the Vale I

Race: ???

Mana Circle: [Forth Circle 50%]

Strength: 1440

Dexterity: 1545

Constitution: 1720

Wisdom: 1740

Charisma: 1740

Mana: 300

[Bloodline of the Vale has Devour your Highborn Celestial Blood]

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 0.5%]

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 0.5%]

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 0.5%]

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "We can't." She lowered her hand, which still held the warmth of his body. She couldn't allow herself to fall prey so easily. No, not when there were so many questions she wanted to ask.

What was Vale Manipulation?

How can she use Touch of the Incubus despite not being one herself?

What exactly does a Saintess of the Vale mean?

What the hell was a dantain?

All those thoughts flashed across her mind when she felt her head hit the bed. Before she knew it, her legs had parted as Altair settled his head between her legs, so close to her loins that the whisper of his breath sent tingles fluttering across Syris's mind.

"It just occurred to me. I've never allowed my lips to touch your pearly gates." Altair grinned savagely, the heat of his breath pressing against her cunt. "How selfish of me. You're right, Syris, this isn't about me. It's about you. Here and now."

"Ahh~ Art... you~rat~bastard~" Syris crooned, her breath a slender mess as beads of sweat rolled down her neck.

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 7%]

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 2%]

[Soul of the Indominable Proficiency has increased by 10%]

Heart thumping in her chest, a tedious moan slipped from her lips as she rushed to cover her mouth, her hips reeling as something hot and moist sent her mind sprawling.

The sensation was like a delicious jolt through her mind, bolting through loins up into her womb, linking to her heart and brain in a single instant.

'GODS~" She squealed, overwhelmed by the elation coursing through her veins like liquid fire.

She held his head, gripping his ashen hair as she pushed him further, her legs kicking out in a wild, extended manner as Altair savaged her. His tongue lashed and whirled while his thumb rolled against her clitoris.

She tasted like spring.

Altair couldn't describe it, reminded of a sea of orchards as tongue sank deeper into her pussy, no dought do to her brash actions. He didn't stop, gobbling her down until a waterfall of her honey showered him. He looked up, a little stunned. He'd not even given her his surprise, yet she came so hard on their first round.

"What a naughty saintess." He said, lifting his eyes to see infatuation glaring back. He chuckled.

"Don't stop again."

"Yes, Saintess."

A sudden pang of elation shot across her heart as he obeyed like a good boy. She shuddered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as he made her cum, and cum and cum. Like a never-ending tide coursing against her very soul, a lewd smile curled across her drooling lips. She felt like a queen. In control as he did her bidding.

'Is this what Reina felt?'

Riding the feeling as long as she could, Syris pulled his head to give him a once-over. "Fuck me," she said.

"Nope," Altair replied, snapping his fingers as a spark turned his clothing to vaper. He stood up, pointing towards his bulging hammer, which seemed like a war crime to even possess. Show me how much you want it, and I'll happily comply."

Syris felt all her power evaporate as the shadow of that hammer loomed devilishly over her. It left her cold yet hungry all at once.

Creeping on all fours towards her Emperor, Syris looked up, a devious glow gathering across her eyes.

"You'll pay for that," she said, gripping hold of his cock, looking him dead in the eyes.

Altair smiled with satisfaction. "Please, me, Saintess."

Syris obeyed, swallowing him hole with practice ease as he moaned, her tongue swirling as her eyes flashed as she invoked her new skill.

[Touch of the Incubus]